a girl raised catholic

knew a girl who’d been raised catholic---

with dark blue eyes &

long brown hair that cascaded down,

just above perfect nipples that hardened

when she was kissed on the neck.

 

she had gotten rid of god from her life on

her own,

seeing the bullshit for what it was,

and yet all that bullshit might have

pushed her to a special kind of perversion

that seemed to fulfill the stereotype,

that “catholic girls are dirty.”

 

one wonders where this stereotype came from---

is it because of the complete denial of sex

that christianity offers? 

is it because catholicism teaches that sex as pleasure

is “sinful”

unless it is meant to procreate?

after all, it is the catholics who frown on birth control

of any kind & so,

they must live in an illusion

where people only fuck in order to make babies---

if you see a catholic family of 5,

that means momma and poppa fucked 5 times, right?

 

of course, as good lil’ christians they aren’t supposed to

fuck before marriage,

so those babies represent 5

after-marriage

fucks.

 

lucky for me,

this post-catholic girl

had thrown out all these ridiculous maxims and to go one

further,

she asked once if i would eat out her ass,

running my warm wet tongue between her cheeks,

buried down in her anus---

it did, after all, get her off.

 

in wondrous exploration

to satisfy her, as one does a lover

when the two of you are swimming

in passion & sweat,

she lived up to the stereotype

even as an Atheist &

though no “god” watched over us

as she came on my face,

one wonders if a simple “thanks” to all the

idiots

who have perpetuated the myths,

would suffice,

for such a great uninhibited time in the

sack.